YESTERDAY’S article by Alan Ashworth, ‘Put down the toaster and come out with your hands up’, about research into toast and drinking which produced blindingly obvious results, prompted our readers to come up with many observations of equal usefulness.
Chris Cleary wrote:
It is usually the last pint that gives you the hangover as it is generally ‘off’.
Ken Bishop wrote:
We say ‘Wine on beer and you’ll feel queer. Beer on wine and you’ll feel fine’. Germans like Dr Hansel say the precise opposite: ‘Wein auf Bier, das rat ich dir. Bier auf Wein, lass das sein’.
Royinsouthwest wrote:
I think they could be on to something with their observations about vomiting. In my admittedly unscientific opinion, when people throw up they tend to feel unwell, even have not been drinking. There is something about vomiting that deserves further investigation. There might even be a Nobel Prize for medicine in the offing for whoever follows this up.
StaffsBrief wrote:
When I was a young barrister in late 70s London three pints and a bottle of wine was called lunch, following which you were expected to do an afternoon’s work before going to El Vino at 5.30 for a proper drink.
shred wrote:
Nothing makes me feel like drinking too much more than reading advice from our Chief Medical Officer, who is an old dame who invited the temperance society to sit on her committee and decided that any more than half a beer or glass of plonk would be dangerous. Even doctors thought she was bonkers.
Loosehead wrote:
Not enough research has been done into the effects of oxygen. We begin breathing it on the day we are born, and eventually we all die. It’s the hidden killer.
SiberianRhod wrote:
I was in Glasgow for a business meeting with an English colleague in the 1980s and after the meeting we went to a typical pub. I asked him what he was drinking and he replied ‘a lager and lime’. I immediately told him to order it himself. I wanted out of there alive.
Oh Gordonia Bennett wrote:
I used to enjoy a bottled lager called Oranjeboom. I think I singlehandedly helped it through its slump year of 1980.
39 Pontiac Dream wrote:
I found Guinness at uni. A lovely, lovely drink but one which turned me from Flat Stanley to Giant Haystacks. As my other half always says, why drink food?
theSailor replied:
We would change to Guinness during the evening to save having to go out and eat.
Alice Williams replied:
Yeah. Guinness was my alternative. God knows how I stayed so thin in those days. I suppose it was all the staggering we did from pub to pub on a long night out.
39 Pontiac Dream wrote:
I tried lentil soup at uni. One of our vegan housemates thought it’d be a good idea. I don’t mind telling you that it took a lot of beer and doner meat to get rid of that taste.
SiberianRhod wrote:
Did you hear about the vegetarian cannibal? He would only eat Swedes.
Labour_is_bunk wrote:
I tried a vegan recipe book last night.
It was much tastier than any of the recipes in it.
SiberianRhod wrote:
Two cannibals are eating a clown. One turns to the other and says, ‘Does this taste funny to you?’
No Good Boyo wrote:
I had toast for my breakfast, and immediately died. I thought that was a curious coincidence. Now I know.
I got better, you’ll be happy to know.
John Standley wrote:
Our offices on a major gas project had two toasters going twenty-to-the-dozen at morning break. They would frequently set off the kitchen smoke alarm to delighted cries of ‘Toast’s ready! from every office.
Toast is such a ‘morning’ smell’ isn’t it? If you smelt toast in the afternoon, you’d check your watch wouldn’t you?
39 Pontiac Dream wrote:
My other half puts it in and leaves it until the kitchen is on the verge of catching fire. If the smoke alarm goes off and you can’t see your own hands when you enter the kitchen, that’s good enough for her. I’m not a fan but I like the burnt toast marge mix with my own lightly done toast. Yum!
Labour_is_bunk wrote:
‘Help your other half with the cooking – take the batteries out of the smoke alarm.’
I do. It really works.
